The squirters were at it with their kennel water, for they were mad for the loss of their bubble, and that they could not get him to mortgage the manor of Bullock's Hatch.

Sir Roger shook his ears and nuzzled along, well satisfied within himself that he was doing a charitable work in rescuing an honest man from the claws of harpies and bloodsuckers.

Mrs.Bull did all that an affectionate wife, and a good housewife, could do; yet the boundaries of virtues are indivisible lines.

It is impossible to march up close to the frontiers of frugality without entering the territories of parsimony.

Your good housewives are apt to look into the minutest things; therefore some blamed Mrs.Bull for new heel-pieceing of her shoes, grudging a quarter of a pound of soap and sand to scour the rooms**; but, especially, that she would not allow her maids and apprentices the benefit of "John Bunyan," the "London Apprentices," or the "Seven Champions," in the black letter.*** * Some regulations as to the purveyance in the Queen's family.
** Too great savings in the House of Commons.
*** Restraining the liberty of the Press by Act of Parliament..